Page 64 of Tall, Royal and Grumpy

He took my lips in a heavy kiss and nudged another finger into me on the thrust in. And the stretch, the friction, his reach, the rub of his palm on my clit were arrows of pure ecstasy through my belly. I whined into his mouth, reeling as his tongue lapped mine. But he took his fingers out and—slap.

The prickling sting in my clit ricocheted up my spine and exploded behind my eyes. I yelped from the force and Kai swallowed it greedily. He licked it up and demanded another with a sudden shove of his fingers back inside me. Out. In. Out. Slap. Another hard spank to my dripping cunt. And another. Harder. Again. Harder. Once more. And then he thrust his thick fingers back in.

I cried and sobbed into the cage of his mouth, thrashing and shaking. On the verge of passing out.

In an instant, Kai released my mouth, and I collapsed against his chest, nothing but a trembling mess. Too dizzy and teary-eyed to see him clearly. Until I did.

Black eyes dilated behind his glasses, drugged on raging power and lust. Brows knotted. Skin a little damp. Hair mussed by my hand. He was stunning. Feral. Dishevelled. Just looking at him made my muscles and thighs clench up as the sweet pressure built in my lower belly. I sobbed his name.

He groaned. “You’re clenching on my fingers so hard, Babble. Are you going to come for me?”

I nodded shakily. “Yes—yes. I’m close. So close.”

But just as the orgasm was about to soar through me, Kai took his fingers out, and the promised climax crumbled all around me. I gasped, shocked and disappointed as I rocked for friction I couldn’t find. My inner muscles clenched frustratedly around air.

“No, Kai,” I cried, my face scrunching in on itself. “Why did you stop?” A heavy, almost amused breath shook out of him. “Kai, please.” I blindly reached for his hand as if I had the strength to push him back down to where I ached for him. “Please. I want to come. Make me come, Kai—”

His eyes instantly narrowed in warning, and my words evaporated. “You’re not in control here, Babble,” he said firmly. “You do not get to make demands. If you want me to let you come, then you ask me for it.” His gaze went heavy and hot. “You beg me for it like a good girl.”

I shuddered as his dark command stroked over my lips. “Please, Kai,” I whispered or moaned or something in between. “Please let me come. Let me come on your fingers like I’ve been wanting to for years. Make me give it to you. Please, I’m begging you. Make me yours, Kai.”

With a deep, possessive growl, he claimed my mouth and pushed his fingers back into me. I let out a heady moan, lifting my hips to the thrust of his fingers like the shameless girl I was. He rubbed me exactly where it made me writhe right to the peak of the orgasm I craved.

Only for him to pull them out before I went over. Again.

I thrashed and screamed in frustration, the agony of denial something beyond words.

Kai clamped his hand over my mouth. “Shh, shh, shh. You scream, and the guards will come running.”

“Kai,” I sobbed, pulling his hand down. Angry tears filled my eyes. “Why did you stop again? Why won’t you let me come?”

He shuddered on a deep groan. “Fuck, Babble.” He snaked a hand around my throat. “If you look at me like that, I really won’t let you come. I’ll keep you on the edge all night long.”

A whimper slipped through my wobbling lips. I tossed my head from side to side. “No—please.”

He huffed a mean laugh. “So adorable.” Then muffled my whine with a kiss. “I can’t get enough of you.” Kiss. “All flushed and frustrated.” Kiss. “This pout.” Kiss. “It makes me want to keep edging you.” Kiss. “Keep spanking your dripping pussy until you cry.” Kiss. “Would you like that, Babble?”

I bit on my bottom lip to stifle a moan and shook my head. Slap. I groaned as my sensitive clit stung so fucking sweetly under his hand.

“Don’t lie to me,” he warned, rubbing light circles around the aching bud.

“Yes,” I choked out. “I want it. I hate it. I hate that you won’t let me come, but I want it—I love it.”

“You love it?” He pushed his fingers back inside me in an easy, wet slide. My stomach bottomed out and I gasped. “Is it good, Babble? Could you take more?”

I contemplated lying but found myself nodding. “Yes. I could—I can. But…”

He pumped his fingers faster, and I struggled for an answer. I was unable to do anything but pant and rock my hips desperately, rubbing my clit harder against his palm and my arse against his erection. I was so wet, a filthy, absurdly erotic sound echoed around us with every movement.

“But,” Kai echoed breathlessly, “I want to see you come, so, come for me, Babble. Now.”

It was like he had full command of my body. Because he gave the instruction and moments later my climax exploded through me like a shockwave, pulling my body up and as tight as a bowstring. I knew I opened my mouth, but I didn’t realise I was screaming until Kai’s hand locked over it.

He kept rocking his fingers inside me, riding me through the high for an eternity and a half. My thighs gave one last shudder before he pulled out of me. I sighed and melted in bliss. But when he lifted his sticky fingers towards his mouth, I froze, my respiratory system failing to function entirely.

With smouldered, hooded eyes drilling into mine, he pushed both digits into his mouth, sucking and licking my wetness off them. “So fucking sweet,” he moaned between a lick.

There were no words, not in modern Anglish or any regional language or even in an ancient tongue, that could justly describe how fucking sexy Kai looked licking me off his fingers. Everything inside me disintegrated at the sight into nothing but pockets of raw, intense, breath-taking arousal.

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